1/1/2016 .. On the anniversary of the death of my mother

Deep sense of attachment, When mother hands over with some sweet comments, That can be anything ranging from jewels, To some invaluable and pearls.
Sometimes they are sweet memories linked to the past, Their life may be nearing end very fast, Time may not left in their hand, So they may need to pass it on at the end.
Their tone gets emotional, Their approach too becomes rationale, All goes swiftly with their change, But after all it is routine with the age.
All parents may wish the same, They may have misery in life or fame, But at the end it matters less, When hard reality are on the way to face.
It might be linked with glorious heritage, Everything might have looked now old and vintage, Yet it carries sentimental value, They may want it nice burial with proper due.
How emotional they become while handing over..!
As something has been passed on willingly to others, It may have enormous feeling and significance, As it was cherished by them at once.
I could see the tremendous satisfaction, Her eyes speak of and give indication, That it has been passed on to safe hands and place, And this gives flow on their face.
Some words may not be heard at last moment, Yet we could make it from their lips movement, It may be a sense of deep fulfillment, As had waited for heavenly bless and sent.